jumble

A jumble of fishing gear on the pier. A jumble of houses on the hill behind.

The light was great at 4pm today, but the blue sky is deceptive. It was windy and cold. 8° but felt much less.

As I was getting back into the car, a truck went past spreading salt and sand on the road. It seemed a bit weird at that temperature, but maybe they know something I don't. Or maybe they've been promised overtime work on Sundays. 

A quiet day for me. Tomorrow will be very long. Wednesday too. I fear the worst for Tuesday. 

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